I finished writing my book.
It took two years, and now it's done. A complete story spanning 158 single-spaced pages in Word.
I still have to read it over and make some minor adjustments, but the story is done. The book is done.
I remember when I finished my thesis a year ago. It was a very similar feeling. It's like giving birth (minus the physical everything), I imagine. You spend so much time with this thing inside of you, and when it's out, you feel simultaneously like a better, stronger person and like you're missing something.
But the point is it's done.
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Congratulations Ben!!
Awesome! I hope to see it someday.
Yipps!
Yeah, once I had a dream that I went to school naked. I had that same feeling.
If there aren't any naked chicks in it, I'm not reading it!
(actually I would love to read it if you ever make it available)
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